| Lyrics: | I kicks the flava like Steven King writes horror
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah, I got
rhymes for ya
Excuse me senora, are you a whore or are you a lady
Is it Erica Boyare or
Marcia Brady
Let me know hon, the deed'll get done
Just assume the position and I'll take my
rod
And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin'
When it comes to givin' pleasure
I'm every woman's treasure
I came to work your body, so let me do my job
I've never been
laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off
'Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin'
tapes
Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes
Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the
loot
Puttin' suckers on the run pull my gun and then I shoot
I never been a front, I never
been a fraud
I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord
'Cause I feel blessed, I'm
casually dressed
I always got my gun but I never wear a vest
I'm quick on the draw like the
horse named McGraw
From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom
CHORUS
Boom sha lock
lock boom, all right now
Boom sha lock lock boom, a little louder
Boom sha lock lock boom,
everybody
Boom sha lock lock boom, all right now
Breaker, breaker, here comes the
caper
Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper
Hit ya like a lyrical murderer
I
know ya think I have, but yo, I never heard of ya
Just because you heard of me kid
Fuck
around until you do the lifetime bid
I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for
dead
When it comes to tools T's the sharpest in the shed
'Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king, It
ain't no thing
My car don't ring, we'll bust you in the crib
I got the |
